I've sat on my thumbs for years Ruled the roost of toiling away My troubles and fears So willing to abide I was the image of ambition for my mother's misplaced pride. But I am merely a girl Who wrestled and raged And aged too fast for this world More naive than I'd like And more dangerous than I desired And though my hands are small I have beaten a few but in no way have I won them all I still dream thinking it'd be nice To unravel these strings that hold me upright For when pulled every which way by expectations I didn't make How can I keep to that path so narrow and strange So what difference does it make If I sleep with eyes open Eternally hoping to lie convinced I'm awake I know my voice is still just one inch tall But if I stand on my toes Will I reach anyone at all